Cape Town Day 2: Neighbourgoods, Chocolate, Slavery and Beer

02 May 2015

This was a great GREAT day, not only for the foodie in me, but also for that little girl with lots of questions that never quite left me as I got older.

First, the food!

We jumped out of bed in the morning and skipping breakfast intentionally, as we heading down to the Cape Town Neigbourgoods Market- and awesome gigantic Food Market, with what I like to call a “things market” on the side.

Frankly, this was just ridiculous. My stomach was crying out with a painful hunger that got worse the more I looked around! There was just too much damned choice!











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26 April 2015

This weekend was Sarah’s final weekend in Port Elizabeth! She is due to fly back to Germany tomorrow afternoon and I think I can speak for everyone when I say we’re going to miss her greatly, but what an excellent last weekend in PE we showed her!

We’d had this master plan to go to the EP Kings Rugby Game and follow it up with dinner at Cubata (after all, I did vow to return, and what better weekend than this to introduce everyone to their meatlicious delights?)

Unfortunately, some genius got the kick-off time wrong, and mistook 15:00 for 5:00… So, everyone missed the game, but we also had quite the adventure negotiating a set of tickets from a touter, realising our error and hastily recruiting a member of the Mandela Bay security to get our money back for us! A close call, a good story and a lesson learned!

Most people had been more keen to see the Mandela Bay Stadium itself rather than any kind of game, so I made up for the mix up with 24/12 hour clock with a charming little line for security

“Excuse, I’ve come all this way with this tour group, who are obviously a bit upset about missing the game. Most of them were just keen to see the stadium, can we please have 5 minutes just to look around?”

They very kindly obliged, and I led my tour group inside.

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India: The First Day

27 February 2015


After arriving safely at Delhi Airport, I made my way to the collection point, where a driver was said to be waiting. Another girl, Chanelle from Plymouth, had already arrived so we waited together for the final person due to be collected who turned out to be Krish, from New Zealand but fluent in Hindi.

We were then driven back together on those infamous Indian roads to our accommodation in Gurgaon.


The accommodation is modest and homely, and when we arrived we had a delicious home-cooked meal waiting for us. A welcome treat, which I ate in the traditional way- Pinch, scoop, scoff!


Over lunch, we met two other girls in the hostel. Rosie, from Forest of Dean, and Andy from Norway who will both also be part of this group of volunteers/tourists.

After lunch, we decided to set out and see what the local area had to offer, and what better means of transport for this than cramming into a Tuk Tuk!


We stumbled across a very small, typical Indian market selling a variety of goods.






Mmmm! As appealing as those eels were, I did manage to resist. There was, however, one street food I indulged in that I’ve never seen or heard of before in my life!

Pani Puri!

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